Crusade

The night had been long and bloody, but finally, as the sun crested over the red walls, the few battles still raging throughout the city were beginning to die down.

Yaling walked into the temporary camp in the Plaza of Pride. It was the largest area of the city, with the most open space available for use. After large portions of the city had been burnt to the ground, this was the best location to set up shelter and medical stations.

She knew that anyone else in this situation would face mass panic, looting, and food shortages within days. However, with magic easily solving most problems and enough food and water to feed an army for years stored under stasis charms aboard their ship, she felt managing the city until more permanent arrangements could be made wouldn't be difficult.

In fact, why stop here? she thought, looking toward the masses of former slaves with newfound hope in their eyes. After all, her Lord did say she could handle things however she felt was right. So, wouldn't taking down the two other slaver cities in this region of the world be fine as well?

Yaling didn't believe either Meereen or Yunkai would ever bow to her Lord's rule. She might as well raze them to the ground—they'd be better off that way, anyway, she thought.

"Saintess, the battles have been won. The day is yours," Zhantor, the commander of the Unsullied, reported with a bow, the few men following him doing the same.

"Good, walk with me. There's much to discuss. But first, send someone with orders for your men to prioritize keeping the peace within the city above all else," Yaling instructed, watching as he relayed the command to one of the others, who then ran off.

Yaling looked over Zhantor. Aside from a few scratches, he seemed to be doing well after the turbulent night. Still, Yaling held her scepter tight, willing the holy light to envelop and heal the man she knew was now completely loyal to her.

That would have to change, of course. After all, such loyalty should only be reserved for her Lord. It would be an uphill battle, though, she knew. Just earlier that night, she'd asked for the commander's name, and he tried to tell her it was Muck Maggot or some other nonsense. Yaling didn't particularly remember, as she immediately dismissed it. Her Lord's protectors of the faith couldn't have such demeaning names. And just that name issue had felt like pulling teeth with the stubborn man, so she was sure getting them to switch loyalties wouldn't be easy.

As they walked and talked, Yaling couldn't help but notice the other Unsullied looking at her with overwhelming reverence. She had noticed it on the battlefield, too, but there hadn't been time to ask questions.

"Zhantor, do you know what's going on with them?" Yaling asked the commander, nodding toward the reverently bowing Unsullied.

Zhantor looked somewhat awkward. "You see, Saintess… We Unsullied pray to a goddess. She is the Lady of Spears, and with your display, some question if our goddess has come to lead us in person."

Yaling froze. Her, a goddess? How could she let this stand? There was only one true God, but just before she was about to command that such madness immediately cease, she felt something through her bond.

It was… interest? But curiosity more than anything else. Yaling was shocked that her Lord would entertain such heresy, but she could only follow his commands. A goddess, though? Was she really meant to act as a false icon for these people?

"I see," Yaling paused, thinking for a moment. "I do not know if I'm the same 'Lady of Spears' you speak of, but tell your men that they have my blessing," she offered, making the dark-skinned man's face light up. Yaling wondered if the older man shared the same beliefs as the others.

"Understood, Saintess," Zhantor happily replied.

Yaling nodded. "Good, you may join the rest of your men," she said, watching the man salute and walk off.

She sighed, still in disbelief that she'd be pretending to be a goddess. Yaling put the stressful thoughts aside; there was still work to be done today.

Signaling for a mage on duty, she had him lead her to the girl her Lord had taken an interest in. Before the fighting had even begun, she'd tasked two of her best to protect the little Naathi at all times.

Pulling the tent flap aside and stepping inside, Yaling found three young Unsullied still in training being fussed over by the little girl she'd been looking for. The girl was too mature for her age, Yaling thought.

Yaling cleared her throat, the four children looking at her in surprise.

"Saintess, this one apologizes. We weren't expecting visitors," the little cutie instinctively deferred to her court persona, making Yaling give her a kind smile.

"There's no need for any niceties, my dear. How about you introduce us," Yaling gestured toward the three boys.

"O-Of course, Saintess. These are this one's brothers: Marselen, Mossador, and Memtontal," she pointed out each.

"It's nice to meet you three," Yaling smiled. "But you seem to have left one out," she teased the girl.

The Naathi girl blushed. "Oh, how foolish of this one. This one's name is Missandei," and Yaling hid a frown, not liking how the girl had been taught to refer to herself. She'd have to see to that soon.

"Missandei, such a pretty name," Yaling praised, reaching out to pat her curly hair. Yaling looked to the girl's brothers. "Will you three be staying with the Unsullied?" she asked.

"Yes, Saintess. We won't abandon our brothers," one said, while the others nodded.

"I thought so. Unfortunately, the Unsullied camp is no place for a little girl, so that just leaves little Missandei here alone," she told them, the brothers looking guilty but determined to walk their path while Missandei looked to the ground in worry.

"I have an offer for you, though. If you'd be willing, that is," Yaling continued, stroking the girl's hair.

Missandei looked up, giving her an adorable head tilt. "You can read and write, correct?" Missandei nodded before Yaling continued. "You see, I could use a personal scribe, preferably someone who knows what was going on in this city before I came along."

The offer was clear, but the girl seemed confused. Yaling could see it in her big, golden eyes. After all, in the young Naathi's mind, she was nothing but a slave, so why would someone of Yaling's status take an interest in her?

She would be correct under normal circumstances. There were plenty of children in similar situations as Missandei, and she couldn't take them all under her wing. No, this was because, for whatever reason, her Lord deemed the girl important enough for Yaling to ensure her safety and happiness.

Yaling wondered what the reason was. Sure, the girl was intelligent beyond her years, but her Lord had an entire school filled to the brim with genius mages. Yaling could tell that the little Naathi would grow up to be a beauty, but she also knew that her Lord wasn't so vain as to let that be his only reason. Her Lord already had a bevy of beautiful women to warm his bed—something she wasn't at all jealous about—not to mention that, if not for him being so relaxed in his world conquest, he could have all the most desirable women handed over to him on a silver platter.

She'd tried sending her questions through their bond, but in response, she only got a sense of amusement from her Lord. Her Lord could be like that sometimes; purposely obtuse and vague. She sent a huff through the link, making sure her Lord knew she was slightly miffed. She'd simply have to figure things out for herself.

One of Missandei's brothers nudged her, giving her a look before she got herself together. "Saintess, this one would be honored to perform the duty," she said, bowing.

"Wonderful, now say your goodbyes for now and I'll get you set up in my tent," Yaling told the girl, holding out a hand.

Missandei seemed shocked but still gave each of her brothers a tight hug before taking Yaling's offered hand with a small smile.

A New God's Conquest

Grazdan hastily made his way to the Wise Master's meeting chambers, cracking his whip at a few of the slaves carrying his palanquin who appeared to be slacking. As he had said, this was urgent, and he was beginning to feel that he had been too forgiving toward the damned ingrates.

He didn't have all the information about what this was regarding, but from what little he had heard, things weren't looking good: Astapor had been burned to the ground, and by all accounts, it began with the revolt of the Unsullied.

Grazdan shivered, casting a suspicious look at the slaves transporting him. Any notion of a slave uprising was a worrying prospect, something he and the other Wise Masters would certainly be discussing shortly. A message would need to be sent. Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen were the heart of Essosi slavery, and they couldn't allow any idea of freedom to start creeping into the minds of their property.

Bursting through the doors, Grazdan was surprised to find that he was the last to arrive. Things must be worse than he had assumed, Grazdan thought.

"Good, now that everyone is in attendance, we can begin," Yurkhaz zo Yunzak, Supreme Commander of the Armies and Allies of Yunkai, said, receiving a round of agreements. "The situation in Astapor is direr than we assumed. From my sources, it's been confirmed that the newly famed Golden Saintess visited Kraznys's pyramid before the Unsullied attacked," he continued.

"The Red Priests were right, we need to put this new religion down before we're next," Yezzan zo Qaggaz gasped, his many rolls of fat wobbling.

"And will the Red Temples be helping us fight their fight?" Grazdan asked. It was obvious what the Red Priests were up to, and if a war could be avoided, that would be for the best.

"They have agreed to split the cost of any sell-swords that we hire," Yurkhaz replied, and Grazdan nodded. He still didn't like it, but he knew the others on the council wouldn't refuse the gold.

"What are the odds this Golden Saintess even has her eyes on Yunkai?" he asked, hearing murmurs throughout the room.

"Even if they don't directly attack, the golden religion is a threat to our very way of life. The Red Priests know best. The false god of Light will be the end of all we've built," Yezzan said, making Grazdan roll his eyes. Religious fanatics always got on his nerves.

"What role did the Golden Saintess play in Astapor's downfall, and how do we plan to stop it from happening to us?" he asked, raising a valid point.

"Bah, it was nothing more than the Golden Whore performing her vile witchcraft and seduction on the foolish Good Master. The Unsullied care not for whom they serve; as long as their master holds their whip, they loyally obey," Yezzan argued, but that only brought up more questions.

"If that's the case, how do we combat this so-called witchcraft?" Grazdan asked, looking around at the silenced table.

Yurkhaz pounded his fist on the table. "It doesn't matter; we will ready ourselves for war. The witch won't even have the chance to enter our great city," he declared, and it didn't seem like anyone would argue for a different approach.

Grazdan sighed. War was so costly. He would have preferred a more economical solution than this.

A New God's Conquest

"Fuck… Yes, husband… Harder… Pound my little pussy harder," Val moaned, and Lux obliged, speeding up his thrusts as he fucked the shit out of his wife's hairy cunt from behind.

Lux didn't mind the natural look. After all, variety was the spice of life, and his wife's blonde bush was an enticing sight to look at as he thrust away.

"Harder!" she demanded, and Lux rolled his eyes. The woman could be an absolute menace between the sheets at times. Especially, after a good fight, like the one they'd just come back from against a group of Wildlings that wouldn't fall in line.

At the same time he gave in to his wife's demands, really laying it into the needy woman, thankful that their mattress was magically reinforced and that her training had done wonders for her physique, Lux took a peek into what his beautiful Saintess was up to.

Lux now knew for sure that this was an alternate universe that seemed to include most of the characters from the book, though the ages of more than a few characters leaned more toward those in the show.

He was pleased that Missandei had already been captured into slavery; otherwise, he would have had to be the one to steal her away from her peaceful home. That would have been a whole debacle, luckily avoided, because nothing would have stopped him from kidnapping the little girl. The dynamic duo of Daenerys Stormborn and Missandei was something he wouldn't allow to go unrealized.

And it definitely wasn't because he was plotting a future where the two beauties—one of porcelain and the other mocha—were intertwined in a wonderfully contrasting view on his bed. No, sir, not at all.

But that was for another time. Right now, Val's words brought him back to the present: "Please, husband, breed me. Give Delphi a cute sibling to look after."

Now, as enticing as those words were, Lux thought having two kids so early would be a little much. He'd just started his new immortal life and already had one kid, did he really want to take care of another?

Then he imagined all the fun he would have with the Nordic beauty beneath him after seeding her womb. The mental pictures in his mind of the blonde's captivating motherly form were enough for him to put all reservations about the responsibility that came along with children to the back of his mind.

Lux grabbed a handful of his wife's beautiful long hair, increasing his thrust's speed as his woman cried out in pure rapture.

"Fuck, your thick ass is so sexy, woman. It's going to be even better after you put on a few pounds from… carrying… my… child," he grunted between each thrust at the end before finally releasing his load, his shaft buried to the hilt, his tip firmly pressed against her waiting womb.

Like with Bella, Lux could feel his seed taking root. Copulating was a little different for a god like himself, he'd found out and if he didn't want to get a woman pregnant, the chances of fertilization seemed to remain at a mortal level. Still, when he desired it, there was no stopping the supernaturally potent spunk.

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